Nathan kept calling to her, kept patting her hand while Julia did a quick check of Audrey's pulse and pupils. Duke just cradled Audrey's head and tried to remember to breathe.

He'd lost too many people this summer. Whether they died or disappeared or just left. She wasn't allowed to be another one.

"Hand me that disinfectant," Julia ordered.

". . . I don't think she needs to be disinfected," Duke said.

"The ammonia will act as a smelling salt."